The American First-class Book, Or Exercises in Reading and Recitation: Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America, and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsJ.B.Lippincott, 1855 |
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... whole winged insect tribe , it is probable , are equally intent upon their proper employments , and under every variety of constitution grat- ified , and perhaps equally gratified , by the offices which the Author of their nature has ...
... whole winged insect tribe , it is probable , are equally intent upon their proper employments , and under every variety of constitution grat- ified , and perhaps equally gratified , by the offices which the Author of their nature has ...
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... whole frame , and then became sick and pale . He thought he knew the hill near him ; and , as they wound round it , some peculiar old trees appeared , and he was in a few minutes in the midst of the scenery near his home . The river ...
... whole frame , and then became sick and pale . He thought he knew the hill near him ; and , as they wound round it , some peculiar old trees appeared , and he was in a few minutes in the midst of the scenery near his home . The river ...
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... whole face was tremulous with the strug- gle within him . He went to his sister , and took her arm within his . The bell struck . Its heavy , undulating sound rolled forward like a sea . He felt a violent beating through his whole frame ...
... whole face was tremulous with the strug- gle within him . He went to his sister , and took her arm within his . The bell struck . Its heavy , undulating sound rolled forward like a sea . He felt a violent beating through his whole frame ...
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... whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle - the meetings of acquaint- -the greetings of friends — the consultations of men of ...
... whole volume of sorrow ; she clasped her hands , uttered a faint shriek , and stood wringing them in silent agony . All now was hurry and bustle - the meetings of acquaint- -the greetings of friends — the consultations of men of ...
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... whole of that now cultivated region . On the other hand , William Penn , with a moderate attend- ance of friends , advanced to meet them . He came of course unarmed , in his usual plain dress , without banners or mace , or guard , or ...
... whole of that now cultivated region . On the other hand , William Penn , with a moderate attend- ance of friends , advanced to meet them . He came of course unarmed , in his usual plain dress , without banners or mace , or guard , or ...
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Page 219 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 415 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
Page 217 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 172 - Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Page 404 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Page 424 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Page 403 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 479 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Page 38 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
Page 472 - Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.